Circles in the sand!

Peaceful snoring, a gentle sigh, turning over again and getting comfortable, a small, relaxed, cheeky wind, slowly drifting back into dreamland...

A company car parks outside the room window and begins to unload iron bars tenderly and softly, they are bedded like cotton...(should I add 'Irony on'?)

The car sneaks away, drifting back to slumber...

Spanish, discreet cursing outside the room door, drilling, the landlady energetically explains something to the workers and at that voice one is not sure if the drill sounds more pleasant...

No birds today to massage your ear hairs and oil the snails while slowly escaping from the realm of dreams.

Life is not a picnic, and the spoiled, always courted and pampered gaijin has to learn that while he may have the scope of the sun, the heliocentric worldview dances to a different tune!

Fully motivated, the traveler throws his food into his face, grabs Berta and rushes away from the shack.

This time we're heading back to the coast because after the ignorant became knowledgeable about the weather, the unnecessary one decided that the temperatures on the coast are more conducive to his well-being than the fires of the inland hell.

The Ebro Delta was explored on mopeds and there was not only birds, rice cultivation, and residential landscapes to explore, no, because there was also a ridiculously long sandy beach hidden there.

...and my Berta had never stuck her tires in the sand before!

I simply couldn't resist!

My sweet fatty rode like a capricious goat over the stuck sand (so the tale)!

In truth, the front tire had a different idea about which track was healthier for us more often than I did, which made the unnecessary presence sweat quite a bit.

But it was worth it!

What a legendary roundabout in the middle of nowhere!

The picture was worth it!

P.S.: Mistakes are worth nothing, if they were, I would be filthy rich!